Even the most poorly people on that ward would joke about how they are an adult, work, own a home, but are not allowed a pencil sharpener or pair of laces.
Mental health problems have plagued and blighted me since I went to university in 1982. The diagnosis by psychiatrists is that I’m enduring schizophrenia.
My mental health does not define me. It is a small part of me. It has actually given me the drive to be in the role I currently am. I love going to work.